I hate to clean house. So, I bought a couple of those robot vacuum cleaners. I loved them so dearly, I gave them names. I bought a red one that I named “Rosie” (after the Jetson’s robot maid) and I bought a gray one I named “Bridgette” (because I always wanted a french upstairs maid.) Bridgette was a vain maid, so I gave her a lacy apron to make her feel better about her position in life, and because I think french upstairs maids are supposed to wear lacy aprons.
Well, I loved Rosie and Bridgette, and I put them to good use. They had job security, let me tell you! They were used daily. But, the warranties quickly ran out, and as today’s manufacturing standards are low, I regretfully have to say that they barely outlived their warranties. I think Rosie suffered from depression because she killed herself by throwing herself down a flight of stairs. I don’t know, maybe she was jealous of Bridgette’s apron. She never said anything about it to me! I did sense some competition between them from time to time, I only had one re-charging dock, and they would try to race each other to it! The winner would dock herself for recharging, and the loser would have to suffer the humiliation of being plugged in by hand to the recharging unit.
And Bridgette, well, I think Bridgette just faded away after Rosie’s death. She died a slow, lingering death. I think she died of loneliness. It wasn’t pretty, watching her suffer that way. I have not yet ”disposed” of either of them, I don’t have the heart to throw loved ones in the trash can.
Although I have a standard canister vacuum cleaner, I do not like to haul it out and use it. I have physical limitations that make it painful for me to do that kind of work, so I am going to have to take a look in my budget to see if and when I can get a replacement robotic vacuum cleaner. I like having my house vacuumed every day, and I can’t do it myself.